Every day is a blank and pretty page;

Life is always full of possibilities,
of new pages, even "new books" ...

As we continuo on our life journey/cycles, sometimes willing, others unwilling - we must re-invent ourselves. Each time becoming more intimate with our souls,more determined to prevail whole.

"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations." - Anais Nin -